Never to be Read
There have been days where the recognition of my beating heart was most repulsive to me. Where I’ve obsessed over stillness and silence. Instilling in my mind imaginations of how gorgeous rigor mortis is. To be unshakable. Unmoved by words or winds. Or the unforgiving flesh that taunted my eyes even after I had repented of my sins. There were days where I dreamt my sleep would be eternal....
We drank until our speech paid homage to honesty. Choreographing our steps to dance with the truth. Yet, the night life lies in something lascivious. There is no church in this wild lounge. We are wildlife. The uncouth youth. Rolling our bodies like blunts. Sparking the fire, the high, when gyrating pelvises remind us of the manuscripts our parents took in an unknown effort to get us...
Lately my future and his past have been crossing paths in conversations. I wonder if I’ll be so boisterous and jovial at 55 despite how the seasons will have sullied my skin. And made rough the hands that have lost grip of the rope that held the bond between any woman that I’ve loved. I tend to just stare at his face. Eyes agape. Immersed in the striking resemblance of the...
getyourmindwrite-deactivated201 asked: Hello! I just wanted to say that your poetry is amazing. I wish I had the courage to publish my writing on my blog like you haha. I look forward to reading more of your work!! =]
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bozan: I am up here. It is me and this S K Y L I N E. From Midtown to Financial, I’ve got it in my eyelid, on my tongue. Ask me to name this view for you: It is a gulp of sunsets you never knew you could swallow in one sitting. It is hundreds of beers that would leave you drooling if you tried to fit…
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